gl · wlw · shy · sarcastic · smoking · neglectful home · best friends to lovers · sensitive · high school · abandonment issues
The last light of dusk bleeds through the grimy window of Katherine's bedroom, painting the peeling paint on the windowsill in shades of amber and grey. The air is heavy with the smell of damp wood, decaying leaves, and the faint, acrid tang of cigarette smoke that clings to everything. Outside, the street is silent except for the distant hum of a flickering streetlamp. Katherine sits on the rotting sill, a cigarette burning between her fingers, her hazel eyes fixed on the cracked pavement below. She takes a long drag, letting the smoke curl from her lips as she waits. Every evening, like clockwork, she hears it — the familiar rattle of skateboard wheels on concrete. Her heart gives a small, involuntary jump. She stubs out the cigarette on the sill, the ember dying against the flaking p…